Page 82 of The Empress

God, within seconds of him touching me, I’m going to come. It usually takes torturously long minutes.

“Oh!” I pinch my eyes shut, and gripping hold of the rumpled covers, my orgasm rolls through my core and abdomen like a destructive force hell bent on bringing me to my knees.

I’m lost to the pleasure Leo is wringing out of my body, and only when it begins to subside does he kiss my oversensitive clit tenderly before pulling his finger out of me. He laps at my entrance, drinking every drop of my arousal, and by the time he moves up my body, I’m bathing in the afterglow of the heavenly orgasm I just experienced.

Leo takes hold of my cami, pushing the fabric up. He’s breathing hard, as if he’s the one who came.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, the dark timbre of his voice sending goosebumps over my skin, which only makes my nipples grow harder.

His teeth scrape over my right nipple before his hand engulfs my breast, and he lays his head on my chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers with reverence.

I bring my hand to his back and trail my fingers up and down his skin that’s hot to the touch.

When I don’t say anything, he asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I move my head to the side so I can try to see his face. “Are you okay?”

He shakes his head, finally lifting it to look at me. “Far from.”

I pull my hand away from his back and slip it over his shoulder and down his chest. There’s a seductive tone to my voice that impresses even me as I murmur, “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “Yes.” He moves partially over me and rests his forearms on either side of my head, then his mouth nips at mine.

The second my hand brushes over his boxers and I feel his hard cock, his tongue strokes against mine, and he begins to kiss me wildly.

I grip his thick cock through the fabric, wanting to tease him a little, but the next second his body jerks and he hisses into my mouth.

Holy shit.

Realizing he’s coming just from me gripping him, I rub my hand over him.

God, he feels huge.

Leo breaks the kiss as he thrusts against my hand, and I find it incredibly hot that he wants me so badly that it only took one touch from me to make him orgasm.

When he stops moving, he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I pull my hand away from his boxers and wrap my arms tightly around him.

“Well, that wasn’t embarrassing at all,” he mutters before letting out a chuckle.

Not wanting him to feel self-conscious for losing control, I say, “It was hot as hell.”

Leo lifts his head to look at me, surprise on his face. “I came the second you touched me.”

A smile spreads over my face as I stare into his eyes. “Is it crazy that I love the way you want me?”

“No.” His expression turns tender. “I still don’t know what it is about you that has such a hold on me, but it’s made me fall head over fucking heels for you.” He shakes his head, and it looks like he’s struggling to process his emotions for me. “You’re the sweetest torture I’ve ever had to endure.”

I lift my head and press a soft kiss to his mouth. “You’re the hottest temptation I’ve ever encountered.”

He smirks at me as he rolls onto his back, and my eyes widen as I watch him shove his boxers down. He takes them off and uses the fabric to clean his cock that’s already hardening again.

Leo is easily twice the size of my ex, and I drink in the sight of the velvety look of the skin and veins snaking up to the swollen head of his cock.

After he tosses the boxers beside the bed, he pulls the covers over us.

He lies down, and seeing I’m still wearing my cami, he orders, “Take it off. I want to sleep with you naked in my arms.”